A Snow Day SOS: Surviving the Polar Vortex With Two Little Ones
There’s no question about it, this has been a rough winter here in NYC (even worse if you’re a transplant from the south who will never get used to life below 40 degrees). We’ve been blasted with snow and wind for what seems like months, and this morning was no different.
Here’s a little bit of what our day was like. If I could add video to include tantrums and whining for full effect, I wouldn’t, because who wants to hear someone else’s kid have a meltdown?
6:30am: Make executive decision to keep four year old home from school. Snow currently blowing sideways; don’t feel the need for exfoliation treatment on walk uphill to subway. Quite possible I may end up regretting this decision, but let’s keep that between us, okay?
7am: Vivian arrives with pillow in hand and lovely case of bed head. I pick her up only to discover soaking wet diaper. Change diaper. Change pants. Change my shirt which is soaked with, um, you guessed it.
7:15am: Put Vivian in bed with me, hoping she will go back to sleep for a few minutes. As she falls back asleep, Millie arrives and jumps into bed. Vivian is now wide awake. They “read” books in bed with me for a few peaceful minutes before Millie “passes” a book to Vivian which lands on her head. Crying ensues.
7:30am: Mickey Mouse Club babysits children. I go in search of coffee.
8:00am: Healthy breakfast! Feeling proud of myself. Afterwards, children immediately ask for cookies. They are rebuffed.
8:30am-12pm: Lose track of time here. All I know is that apartment was reasonably clean last night. By noon, it looks like some type of mass destruction zone where even Barbie was not spared. There are toys everywhere. Vivian is walking around wearing a tutu and a raccoon mask. Missing a shirt. Millie clears a path through the debris after I step on plastic dinosaur and start yelling. Consider intravenous feed for 2nd cup of coffee.
12:30: We pretend it’s a warm, sunny day and have a “picnic” on the floor in the living room. I play along for the children’s sake.
1pm: “Quiet time” lasts about 10 minutes, but I enjoy every minute of it. We make Weelicious pita chips as an afternoon snack.
2pm: My husband, who has been working out of town for about a month, calls us via Facetime. Impeccable timing, as Millie has just started crying about something. I believe it has to do with sharing, or the lack thereof, by her sister. I hand the phone off to four year old who is better at managing app than I am.
2:30pm-3:30pm: Set girls up with crayons so they can draw on box the diapers came in, then we work on Valentine’s Day project for Daddy. I’m quickly running out of ideas and starting to sweat.
3:30-4pm: Another meltdown; I’ve forgotten which child.
4-5:30pm: We venture downstairs to building playroom. Space is crawling with kids and other moms looking stressed out and sleep-deprived. I immediately feel at home.
5:30-6:30pm: We’re back for another round of Mickey Mouse Club and dinner prep (mac-n-cheese, the dinner of champions).
6:30-8pm: Nurse a glass of wine through dinner. Then bath, where Millie reports that Vivian is peeing in tub. Drain water; start again. Bedtime stories and cuddles and back scratches. Children asleep by 8pm. I lay on the carpet in their room and listen to them breathe in unison; am immediately zen and missing them. Parenthood is a funny thing, eh?
8:15pm: Carefully avoid aforementioned destruction zone and go in search of chocolate. Take a peek outdoors and immediately appreciate the chaos and mess, because at least it’s chaos and mess indoors.
Stay warm and safe, everyone!
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